Saying goodbye to the AVA’s print edition is a somber occasion, a parting we all knew would come but which still feels too soon. Everything and everyone we love disappears, of course, if they haven’t already—if not in the doomsday scenarios predicted in these pages, then in the personal apocalypse everyone faces. Like the Niemöller quote, eventually there’s no one for them to come for but us. But the AVA at the newsstand or in the mailbox is what made it all seem bearable.
